Avengers Imagines

Steve - Fateful Mission

Requested by Anonymous.
Hey guys! Sorry it's been like three weeks since I last updated, but I'm posting a Christmas special tomorrow so I really hope it makes up for it. Thank you so much for sticking by and making a whole lot of my days by commenting and voting on my imagines. I love you guys a whooooole lot. Hope you enjoy this one!
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"Good morning," you're greeted by your boss, as he strides into the tower confidently, with an intern trailing behind him like a puppy.

"Good morning," you reply gleefully, nodding towards the both of them. "Have a good day!"

"Thanks!" the intern, or Jackson as he tells you, answers, doing a two-finger salute before going into his new office.

Working for S.H.E.I.L.D. has a lot of advantages, but you'd give it up for a chance to work in the Stark Tower. Ever since the Black Widow released the files, you've always been careful with what you do and who you trust.

The institution you work for does pay well, you'd give them that, but the chances of you actually becoming a villain are about ninety-nine percent at this point.

They've been discussing about a certain project, according to a coworker. You don't know whether or not this is true, but-

A loud bang breaks your train of thoughts, and you're immediately crouching underneath your desk, just like how your boss taught you when you first got here.

"Hear any loud noise, get under the table," he said in his thick accent which you're guessing is Russian.

You hear voices and heavy footsteps, and you curl up even more.

You feel yourself trembling as you try your best to minimize the sound of your rapid breathing.

You've heard so many gunshots from your surroundings that your ears start ringing.

A few seconds later, the room is quiet, and eerily so. The only thing you can focus on is the deafening ringing in your ears and the presence of someone else in the room.

"The person under the table," the man calls.

Fuck.

You reluctantly look up, removing your hands from your face.

Holy shit. That's definitely Captain America. Oh my God.

"What do you want?!" you exclaim with your newfound courage.

"Hey, hey," he says softly, his gaze softening. "Come out here. I won't hurt you."

Don't. This is exactly how the stupid-ass main character in a horror movie acts before they get brutally murdered.

Ignoring your conscience, you crawl from under the table and stand up, crossing your arms in an attempt to make you look powerful.

That didn't work, though. You see the man in bursts of patriotic colors approach you even more, and you try your best to stand your ground.

"You okay?"

Shocked from his question, you nod timidly. This shouldn't be happening. He's supposed to be your enemy, but something about his eyes makes you feel warm inside.

To be fair, he's been your hero from the start, but working for S.H.I.E.L.D. has forced you to keep your feelings at bay.

"Sorry 'bout that," he motions to the bodies on the floor. "Don't worry, though. The bullets aren't actual bullets. They'll only be out for an hour or so."